All the leaves are falling down …
The echoes of nightingale crossing the lonely forest and spreading around with the colder winds…
The fairies of paradise are wearing new feathers..
I can feel I can sing the forgotten songs of spring again..
I can recall the sounds of last rain..
The winds are colder chilling the brains …
Some smoke is rising from the passing train…
The weather so misty and my soul so drain…
Still I feel it’s not the end it’s just a piece of chain …
Leaves are falling and trees are nude..
With new feathers my beloved walking down the lane…

Written by: Maqbool Ahmed Mirza